"Stand still!" Bunny said to the calf, but the little animal did not
want to. Perhaps it thought it had had enough of the green paint. It
moved about, from one side of the box to the other, and Bunny had hard
work to put on any more stripes.

"Isn't that enough?" asked Sue, after a bit. "It looks real nice Bunny.
You had better save some green paint for the other calf."

"Yes, but I'm only going to stripe one," answered Bunny. "It's too hard.
One zebra is enough for our circus. We'll make the other calf into a
lion. A lion doesn't have any stripes."

"All right," agreed Sue. "Then come on out, Bunny, 'cause I'm tired of
holding this paint for you."

"In a minute, Sue. I'll be right out. I just want to put some stripes on
the calf's legs. They have to be striped same as the sides and back."

And that was where Bunny Brown made one of his mistakes. He should have
let the calf's legs alone. For, no sooner did the little animal feel the
tickling of the paint brush on its legs than it gave a loud cry, and
began to kick.

Out with its hind legs it kicked, and, as Bunny happened to be stooping
down, just then, near the calf's feet, the little boy was kicked over.
Right over he went, spilling some of the paint on himself, but the most
of it, I am glad to say, went on the straw in the calf's box-stall.

"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "Oh, Bunny Brown!"